a different kind of plea

Dear Moon Lady,

Please help me look beyond.
Tell me that there is beauty --
it's so hard to remember sometimes
it's so hard to look beyond
these steel bars between me and the meadows
of wildflowers and
ocean breezes and
bohemian dreams that exist between
Land and Water and Sky,
yet encompass it all.
These steel bars are
cold and impersonal and ugly
and they draw me in
and it's hard to see beyond them
and they make me
Restless.

And the fields of green
And the skies of blue are
beautiful and warm.

Please
Tell me there's goodness.

Tell me I'm not crazy for thinking like this.